I Might Have Found an Organizer

Aug 18, 2023 20:36


The person picking up and delivering Zara's meds doesn't seem to be really "with it," but as long as she gets the meds to me, that's what matters.

Threw myself together because I think that my meeting with the organizer is on Zoom.

Had a really good meeting with the organizer. She thinks that I should meet with an estate sale person sooner rather than later so that they'll know what to keep for the sale and what to donate. They have Saturday appointments, which works for me. And she said that I should go through the house and figure out what are my "must-haves," and set a limit on what I'll bring back. She said that they would get Mom's papers organized. Makes sense. I have a meeting with another organizer on Monday and will make a decision then.

Note to self: bring a death certificate to Dad for the life insurance.

The washer repair guy repaired the washer quickly. Yay.

Oh dear. The little plant that I bought as a replacement for Mom's plant fell over and dried up. I should have kept it in the front yard to keep an eye on it, though the last time that I looked at it, it was okay. I might stop by Home Depot this weekend to see if I can get another one, but it's kind of late in the season. At least I know what I'm looking for.

Got a Kroger order primarily consisting of bottled carbonated water. I was out, and I'm really thirsty today.

I have an appointment for a phone meeting with a grief counselor on a week from Saturday. See, I can get things done, but sometimes I need someone to recommend help that I can get.

Well! The guy dropped by Zara's meds, but he told me that Walmart offers delivery for pet meds. I looked into it, and they don't offer delivery, but they do offer mail order, which I set up. I just need to remember to change the address when I get back to Urbana. I should start a list of places to change the address (done).

The Web cam that I thought of was actually a phone mount, so I ordered a new Web cam for overnight delivery. My next guitar lesson is on Sunday.

I'm trying to decide whether I should hire a TaskRabbit person to pack up the pictures this weekend. I'm kind of peopled out. And I want to get organized for the organizer, which sounds weird, but I want to figure out what I want to keep and get my stuff more organized so that we can concentrate on Mom's stuff. I need to get my books and clothes in order.

I found a book shop that will come here to look at Mom's books.

Interesting. I found my Wild and Sacred Feminine Deck and drew the Muse. Maybe my singing vibes are permeating the house. Maybe Mom's spirit is also inspiring.

I ran out to get my mended clothes and dropped one more off. I stopped at CVS to get post-it notes to mark items that I want to take with me, and they had a bunch of inspirational notebooks that I got too. I came home and opened some clothes packages. I need to figure out what clothes to take with me on my trip this weekend, although there is one tunic that's on its way that I want to wear on the plane or first day of the train trip.

Well, hell. Something is wrong with my selfie stick. I tried on my aqua "peace" shirt with yoga pants and love it. I sort of have a picture of it.


I love the "breathe in, breathe out" ring.


I have a lotus necklace, but the chain was too short, and one chain went down the drain :( I want to go full bohemian when I meet my dad to make his mustache twitch :) It'll work for San Francisco too. One outfit down. I guess that I'll just try on clothes and worry about the fashion show later.

Okay, I have the shirts sorted. I had an avalanche of clothes, so I'm not sure where the black yoga pants went. I need to sort clothes. I need a necklace to wear on the plane with my black tunic. I have one somewhere. I found the yoga pants.

I'm running out of steam. I threw a load of Mom's clothes that were in the dining room plus a couple of my things into the wash. I think that I'm going to go to bed soon.

grief counselor, guitar, mom's house, organizer, jewelry, zara, errands, water, travel, clothes, train trip, dad, garden

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